tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176Wed, 01 Oct 2014 07:43:37 +0000Alice SwingleAlice Swingle<br>
May 23, 1915 - February 11, 2013<br>
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Alice was delighted with her great-granddaughter, Ferne.
You can contribute to this page of memories by <a href="http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/post-to-this-site.html">posting through email</a>.http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Joyce Swingle)Blogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-6609936201744428824Wed, 22 May 2013 13:13:00 +00002013-05-22T06:13:53.532-07:00Her 98th birthday is with the Lord<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Grandma would have turned 98 today.<br /><br />Here are some notes I took from our phone calls over the years:<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">She loved going to Grandma Ferns house for Thanksgiving.&nbsp;</blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq">She talked about exploring the hills when she was a little girl, as Bob and I did when we were kids.&nbsp;</blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq">She would sleep in bed with her folks, who didn't bother with a cradle.&nbsp;</blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq">She said her dad only had a fifth grade education, but he kept learning his whole life and would teach the kids all sorts of things.&nbsp;</blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq">She said that her grandfather died and left Great-Great Grandma Amelia Ferns alone to raise their children. &nbsp;She never remarried.</blockquote><div><br /></div><br />I imagine the angels are celebrating her birth today. I'm absolutely certain there's a lot of music involved.</div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/05/her-98th-birthday-is-with-lord.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rich Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-7544034778428788466Mon, 25 Mar 2013 17:08:00 +00002013-03-25T10:08:01.867-07:00LESSONS FROM MOM<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <br /><div class="p1">I’ll start with an apology for not putting the date of this memorial in the first issue of Mom’s obituary in the Medford Mail Tribune. To those of you who called and came out on Thursday, I’m truly sorry. I’d also like to add a big thank you to Jackson House and their staff for all of the fine care and home-like atmosphere they have given Mom over the last few years, and for inviting us to hold this memorial here.</div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">How do you talk about a 97 year old person’s life when you only lived with her for 18 of those years? I can’t do that, but I can talk about growing up under her care. Little did I know that when I headed off to college at 18, I would not come back as the boy that left, but as a grownup. Mom had prepared me well for that change and I didn’t realize it at the time. Memories fade, but as I look back over my early years, especially after having had children of my own, I can see part of the plan Mom worked to prepare me for adulthood. I probably wouldn’t have passed 1st grade if not for her. I missed about a third of the school days with bronchitis and she consistently kept me up with the necessary homework so I wouldn’t fall behind.</span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">I think that she believed that children learn and grow most efficiently through their own experiences. I’ll illustrate with a few stories.</span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">One day when I was very young, I think before school age, Dad and Uncle Ralph were filling the tractor with gasoline. My brother and I were fighting over who could get the closest to the fill nozzle to smell the fumes. Since he is six years older than me, he won and I fell off the back of the tractor, landing head first on the hitch. I remember coming to my senses in Uncle Ralph’s arms as he carried me back to the house to Mom. There was blood all over his shirt, and I was bellaring at the top of my lungs. Mom looked over what I assumed to be a large hole in my head with brains hanging out, and put a BandAid on it. I thought how could a BandAid hold my brains in. Of course not long afterward I was back up to speed as if nothing had happened. The lesson: Falls are a regular part of life, don’t make a big deal of it and get on with life.</span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">When I was grade school age, one day I thought it would be a good idea to smoke a pipe. No one in our family smoked anything, so there was no pipe to be had for this experiment. So I built one out of a piece of an old hickory shovel handle and some copper tubing, loaded it up with sawdust and lit it up. My tongue burned and my mouth tasted bad. Mom asked me what I was doing, as if she didn’t know, but didn’t suggest that I stop. I tried some dried weed seeds and got the same burnt tongue and a different bad taste. After a while I decided that pipe smoking wasn’t for me and thus ended my smoking career. The lesson: It’s easier to keep true to decisions you make for yourself than those others make for you.</span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">When I was high school age, I was experimenting with different rocket fuels for homemade model rockets. One concoction contained a synthetic rubber that needed to cure before firing. I decided to use Mom’s electric fry pan to speed up the cure a bit, but got the temperature a bit too high and the motor ignited, raced around the living room and burned a large black spot in the baseboard. Mom informed me that I needed to move my operation outside of the house. I moved the operation outside of the house and made a few better thought out changes to my procedure. The Lesson: Think things through before you do them and own the consequences of your actions. Wouldn’t it be great if the politicians learned that lesson?</span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">As you all know, Mom was a schoolteacher for a great part of her life. She taught first grade most of the time that I was around, but after I had grown, she switched over to resource teacher. I think that put her in more one-on-one situations with students that needed extra help. I remember her telling about one student that had a great deal of trouble writing numbers and letters. She worked and worked until she discovered that this person could draw a half circle on the left and a half circle on the right, but couldn’t make his hand go across his body to draw a full circle in one motion. She took him to the black board, took his hand and started drawing circles until he could do it himself. It took quite a while but eventually he overcame his problem and became able to write numbers and letters. The lesson: Don’t give up! Keep trying until you find what works, and use it.</span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">A person makes many choices in life, but we can’t choose our parents. Well, I lucked out big time because I couldn’t have picked better parents if I had had all the resources in the world available to me. If the world were filled with people that had the intelligence, tenacity, patience, independence, and love that my Mother had, it would surely be a better place.</span></div><div class="p2"><span class="s1"></span><br /></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1">Fred Swingle&nbsp;</span></div></div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/03/lessons-from-mom.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rich Swingle)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-3974768831489977725Tue, 19 Feb 2013 05:30:00 +00002013-02-18T21:30:26.866-08:00Photo Album<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">We've started an online photo album of Alice and Charles Swingle <a href="http://aliceswingle.shutterfly.com/">here</a>.<br /><br /></div><a href="http://aliceswingle.shutterfly.com/" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-2EhUiGnds/USMLH3QaWGI/AAAAAAAALXI/tgecrA1Qs98/s640/2013-02-19_0009.png" width="540" /></a></div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/photo-album.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rich Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-7973214913107572314Tue, 19 Feb 2013 04:46:00 +00002013-02-18T20:46:40.950-08:00so sorry...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="color: black; font-family: 'Calibri'; font-size: 12pt;"><div>To the Family of Alice Swingle,</div><div></div><div>I am so very sorry for your loss.&nbsp; <br /><br /></div><div>Mrs. Swingle was my first grade teacher and one of the nicest, most caring people I have ever had the privilege of knowing.&nbsp; My mother, now passed, (Evelyn Davis)&nbsp;<span style="font-size: 12pt;">was a second grade teacher and a friend of Alice's.&nbsp; It was nice for me to be able to see her through the years as I would come to see my Mom.&nbsp; She always had a beautiful smile for me, for everyone.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div>I remember her classroom,&nbsp; our "reading lessons", the felt board with the letters and animal cutouts we could play with.&nbsp; She was a wonderful teacher, a wonderful person who will, I'm sure be missed by many. <br /><br /></div><div>May God comfort you and give you strength in this time of sorrow.&nbsp; </div><div></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div></div><div>Sherry Davis Rowberry</div><div></div><div>"Unable are the loved to die.&nbsp; For love is immortality"</div><div>{Emily Dickinson}</div></div></div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/so-sorry.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-3905143884461431657Mon, 18 Feb 2013 06:28:00 +00002013-02-17T22:28:47.589-08:00Kind and friendly<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div><strong>I met Alice while visiting with Pastor Jim Larsons.</strong></div><div><strong>She was sure a kind and friendly lady! She was a blessing to be around.</strong></div><div><strong>I'm glad to have had the joy of being able to visit with her!</strong></div><div><strong>Respectfully,</strong></div><div></div><div><strong>Cindy Page</strong></div></div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/kind-and-friendly.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-7932437326424049570Mon, 18 Feb 2013 06:26:00 +00002013-02-17T22:46:23.854-08:00Old school picture<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="mobile-photo"><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1f497d;">Joyce and Rich,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1f497d;">I mentioned on Rich’s Facebook post that my mother has been working on a Photo book and slide show for the Phoenix Historical society on the 100<sup>th</sup>&nbsp;anniversary of the opening of the Fern Valley school. My mother has indicated when she completes the presentation she will put it on a DVD and I will be sure and send you a copy. In the meantime she has sent a copy of a 1923 school picture that included Alice. I missed being at the service yesterday but my Mother and Brother said it was a very fitting tribute.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1f497d;">You are all in my thoughts and prayers<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #1f497d;">Dale<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="color: #1f497d;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy14Aezu5yo/USFs1SR_DEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GZVFLkq14oU/s1600/1923%2B-%2BFern%2BValley%2B%2BEthel%252C%2BGladys%252C%2B%2BAlice%2Band%2B%2BMary%2Bin%2Bthe%2BSpring-745684.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5846073453999754306" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy14Aezu5yo/USFs1SR_DEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GZVFLkq14oU/s640/1923%2B-%2BFern%2BValley%2B%2BEthel%252C%2BGladys%252C%2B%2BAlice%2Band%2B%2BMary%2Bin%2Bthe%2BSpring-745684.jpg" width="363" /></a></div><div class="WordSection1"><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div></div></div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/old-school-picture.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-5595451254827802796Mon, 18 Feb 2013 00:02:00 +00002013-02-18T08:34:59.225-08:00The Memorial Service<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X7ODGedxjv8" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />Here are links to some of the things Rich mentions in the sermon: <br /><br /><a href="http://blog.richdrama.com/2011/07/indescribable.html" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" class="embeddedObject" src="http://content.screencast.com/users/RichSwingle/folders/Jing/media/7686e244-011d-46e2-9ea8-acb2019a7f5d/00000137.png" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;bc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;fc1=000000&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;t=richdramacom-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as4&amp;m=amazon&amp;f=ifr&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;asins=0060652381" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe> <iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;bc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;fc1=000000&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;t=richdramacom-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as4&amp;m=amazon&amp;f=ifr&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;asins=0849946158" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe> <iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;bc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;fc1=000000&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;t=richdramacom-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as4&amp;m=amazon&amp;f=ifr&amp;ref=ss_til&amp;asins=0061774197" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe><br /><br /><!-- copy and paste. Modify height and width if desired. --> <a href="http://richdrama.com/Revelation"><img border="0" class="embeddedObject" src="http://content.screencast.com/users/RichSwingle/folders/Jing/media/5b6ee560-e8b7-4080-a70b-b6aac30c5c73/00000589.png" width="200" /></a></div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/gods-love-is-for-real.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rich Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-5821001516024196457Sun, 17 Feb 2013 23:07:00 +00002013-02-17T15:07:40.205-08:00A truly amazing woman<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I want you to know we are sorry for your loss. Your grandmother was a truly amazing woman.&nbsp; Our thought and prayer are with you and your family. <br /> Love, <br /> Sue <br /> (daughter of Leonard Ferns)</div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/a-truly-amazing-woman.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-61467299778567090Sun, 17 Feb 2013 23:06:00 +00002013-02-17T15:06:42.170-08:00Lessons from Grandma<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"></span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;">The night before grandma passed away I had a dream. I was walking through a field of wheat. Every grain was a memory of grandma, and the field stretched back to the time I was just a sprout in the ground. In most of my earliest memories grandma is there, cultivating in me the values I hold most dear. She may have retired from being a teacher before I started school, but she never stopped teaching.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;">It was my great fortune to grow up on the land that my grandparents began farming in 1940. Only much later in life did I learn to appreciate the powerful influence they had on my life. In an age of individualism, few get the opportunity to learn life lessons from a generation that survived so much together. With each passing member we lose a bit of that knowledge, but the values they imparted on us help to guide us to a life enriched by the things that really matter . . . family, friendship, and the joy of a simple life lived well.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;">I learned to play the piano on the upright grand that grandma bought just before she married grandpa. I would get off the bus after school at grandma &amp; grandpa's place and grandma would have a snack waiting for me. I knew that when the snack was done, the practicing would begin. As any young boy would do, I sought distraction out on the farm . . . checking on the frogs in the pool, the pigeons in the barn and the cats in the hay. Eventually, I would end up in the old sequoia. I would climb so high that I could see over the top of the barn and the branches started getting thinner than my wrist. I could see forever and I could hear grandma tracking me down. The piano would not play itself. She always had a song in her voice, so I knew exactly where she was. "Robert!" she would call between humming verses. Out around the corral she would go, back through the orchard. After teaching for 35 years and raising two farm boys, I'm sure she knew exactly where I was. She wasn't forcing me to learn the piano. She was giving me the opportunity to find the desire to learn. She taught me the lesson of a lifetime of learning.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;">When I was in the seventh grade I came home sick from school. The doctor thought it was the flu, but grandma knew better. She could tell that something was wrong. It was within 24 hours of visiting a specialist that a surgeon removed a cyst from my brain. When I came home from the hospital it was grandma who nursed me back to health. She was always giving of herself. I owe her my life. She taught me the lesson of compassion and nurturing.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;">One summer when grandma and grandpa were still in their home Shannon and I helped them with their garden. We planned out what to plant . . . tomatoes, green beans, lettuce, cucumbers, corn, peppers. Grandma &amp; grandpa knew exactly where everything should go and what it would need to grow. We tilled the soil, planted the seeds, then watered and weeded. When it came time to harvest, the fruits of our labor were sweet. The sweetest thing we took home from that summer, however, was the memory of spending time with them. When they didn't think we were looking, we would see them walking hand in hand through the orchard, giggling like two little school children. They had a relationship that lasted nearly 70 years. The lesson from grandma I cherish the most is that she taught me how to love.</span></div><br />Bob Swingle</div></div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/lessons-from-grandma.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-6749383557902549527Sat, 16 Feb 2013 03:43:00 +00002013-02-17T14:51:38.074-08:00Peoria, IL<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Oh, my heart goes out to as you prepare for your grandmother's funeral! May the Lord give you His strenth and His peace. Praying for your family. May it be a true celebration of Alice Swingle's life.<br />Blessings, <br /> Susie</div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/peoria-il.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-1811909006447503280Fri, 15 Feb 2013 16:04:00 +00002013-02-15T08:04:46.712-08:00From people in our church<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Joyce pastors <a href="http://westchesterchapel.org/" target="_blank">Westchester Chapel Church of the Nazarene</a>, and the following condolences were sent by people in our church...<br /><blockquote type="cite"><br /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">So sorry to hear about your grandmother. &nbsp;We pray comfort for you and your family.</span><br /></blockquote><br /><blockquote type="cite"><br /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Dear Rich, I'd been praying for you through this time, knowing what was coming... I find myself here thinking of losing Mom and Dad and the amazing support all of WCCC family was isn this time, allowing me to take the journey of grief while feeling fully supported in the fullness of the loss, the gap in my world, being able to revisit their lives and to celebrate the joys. I pray this for you. Know you are loved and it's been a privilege to journey in prayer for you and your family and loved ones.</span><br /><br /></blockquote><br /><blockquote type="cite"><br /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thinking of you and wishing you peace at this difficult time. "They will come and shout for joy on the heights of Zion; they will rejoice in the bounty of the Lord--the grain, the new wine and the oil, the young of the flocks and herds. They will be like a well-watered garden, and they will sorrow no more."--Jeremiah 31:12</span><br /></blockquote><div><br /></div><br /></div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/from-people-in-our-church.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-8393382265588476737Fri, 15 Feb 2013 14:41:00 +00002013-02-15T06:41:45.770-08:00from Atlanta<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <br /><div class="p1">I'm so sorry for your loss! &nbsp;Such a long, full life. &nbsp;I will be praying for you.</div></div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/from-atlanta.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rich Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-3610224452923762337Fri, 15 Feb 2013 02:08:00 +00002013-02-14T18:08:52.224-08:00From New York City<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So sorry, Rich, to hear about the loss. Condolences to you and your family.<br />Annie</div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/from-new-york-city.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-4494589171747844507Fri, 15 Feb 2013 02:08:00 +00002013-02-14T18:10:55.579-08:00Blessings from England<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Bless you and Alice. May she rest in peace. God Bless you all.&nbsp; <br />Gina Atkinson<br />Solihull, England</div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/blessings-from-england.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-1638442928168338094Thu, 14 Feb 2013 17:58:00 +00002013-02-14T09:58:06.581-08:00Alice Swingle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><!-- copy and paste. Modify height and width if desired. --> <a href="http://content.screencast.com/users/RichSwingle/folders/Jing/media/924a89d8-9456-413c-874a-54f23f63d257/00000580.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" class="embeddedObject" src="http://content.screencast.com/users/RichSwingle/folders/Jing/media/924a89d8-9456-413c-874a-54f23f63d257/00000580.png" width="400" /></a><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">1915-2013<br /><br />Alice Swingle, a lifelong resident of the Rogue Valley, passed away February 11, 2013 at Rogue Regional Medical Center. She was 97.<br /><br />Alice was born to her parents, Alfred and Jenny Hensler in Fern Valley on May 22, 1915. She grew up along with her three siblings on her parents' farm and orchard and learned the values of work and family at an early age. She attended schools in Fern Valley, Phoenix, and Medford and graduated from Phoenix High School.<br /><br />She continued her education, graduating with a two-year Education Degree from Ashland Normal School, now SOU. She then began a teaching career that spanned more than 30 years. She was not only a lifelong educator, but also was a lifelong learner. She continually increased her knowledge and teaching skills through college classes, graduating with a four-year degree from SOC in 1964. She met the challenges of a variety of instructional positions, including teaching in one-room rural schoolhouses, substitute teaching in various elementary grade schools, and finished her career as a first grade and then resource teacher in the Phoenix-Talent Unified School District. She touched the lives of many students along the way, and retired in 1977.<br /><br />Alice met her husband Charles O. Swingle, many years before they married. Charles started working for Alice's father when he was 15 and Alice was 9. Charles left to pursue other interests but eventually returned to work for her father 13 years later. A romance that would last for nearly 70 years began. He proposed to her on Valentines Day 1938 and they married the following June 1st. They lived together and raised their family on a farm in Fern Valley that they purchased in 1940 in partnership with Charles' brother Ralph.<br /><br />Her parents Alfred and Jenny; her siblings Florence, Mary, and Tom, and her husband Charles preceded Alice in death. She is survived by her sons Charles R. Swingle and wife Judy and Fred A. Swingle and wife Mina. Her legacy continues with surviving grandsons Richard Swingle and wife Joyce, Robert Swingle and wife Shannon, Jeffrey Swingle and wife Angela, and granddaughter Wendy Swingle. In 2010 Robert and Shannon blessed her with her only great-granddaughter Amelia Ferne. Many nieces and nephews also survive. Anyone who can trace his or her ancestry back to the pioneering Ferns family is most likely related.<br /><br />Alice was a 50-year member of the Phoenix First Presbyterian Church and was active for many years in the IOOF Olive Rebekah lodge. She often played piano for various events and services for both organizations.<br /><br />Alice enjoyed spending time with family and friends. She especially liked being with her children and grandchildren as they grew up. She provided good fun and good food at gatherings on the farm. During retirement she and Charles traveled extensively in a series of different camping vehicles and on cruises. They traveled to Alaska, Mexico, California, Arizona, and throughout Oregon. They often visited friends and relatives on their trips.<br /><br />A memorial service will be held Saturday, February 16, at 2 p.m. at Jackson House, 300 Suncrest Road, Talent, Ore. Remembrances may be left at http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com.</div></div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/alice-swingle.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rich Swingle)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-3934476356947566813Thu, 14 Feb 2013 17:23:00 +00002013-02-14T10:25:03.644-08:00Comments from the Mail Tribune online obituary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div class="realtidbits-comments" id="comments" style="clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 5px 10px; padding-top: 0px !important;"><div class="realtidbits-comments-content clearfix" style="clear: both;"><div class="realtidbits-comments-stream echo-ui" style="outline: none;"><div class="echo-stream-container echo-primaryFont echo-primaryBackgroundColor" style="font-family: 'Lucida grande', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial !important; font-size: 12px !important; line-height: 16px;"><div class="echo-stream-body"><div class="echo-item-content" style="background-attachment: scroll !important; 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margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;"></div><div class="echo-item-body echo-primaryColor" style="color: #3a3a3a; padding-top: 4px;"><span class="echo-item-text" style="font-size: 11px !important; line-height: 1.2em !important;">My sister Becky who is now 56 had Mrs Swingle in first grade at Phoenix, she liked her&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="echo-item-text" style="font-size: 11px !important; line-height: 1.2em !important;">very much,&nbsp;she recalled singing "I'm a little tea pot short and stout........"in class alot,&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="echo-item-text" style="font-size: 11px !important; line-height: 1.2em !important;">you always remember your first teacher.</span></div></div><div class="echo-item-footer echo-secondaryColor echo-secondaryFont" style="color: #c6c6c6; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 10px;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=1979916837712659176" style="color: #3a6891; text-decoration: initial;"><img class="echo-item-sourceIcon echo-clickable" src="http://cdn.echoenabled.com/images/favicons/comments.png" style="border: 0px; 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padding-top: 4px;"><span class="echo-item-text" style="font-size: 11px !important; line-height: 1.2em !important;">Aunt Alice will be missed. She always welcomed us lovingly when we would visit the&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="echo-item-text" style="font-size: 11px !important; line-height: 1.2em !important;">farm from Coos Bay. Those visits are prized memories as there was no place more full&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="echo-item-text" style="font-size: 11px !important; line-height: 1.2em !important;">of discoveries: animals, orchard, equipment, barn, and, of course, the pool.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.2em;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.2em;">I love you Aunt Alice.</span></div></div><div class="echo-item-footer echo-secondaryColor echo-secondaryFont" style="color: #c6c6c6; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 10px;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=1979916837712659176" style="color: #3a6891; text-decoration: initial;"><img class="echo-item-sourceIcon echo-clickable" src="http://cdn.echoenabled.com/images/favicons/comments.png" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 16px; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; width: 16px;" /></a><br /><div class="echo-item-date" style="color: #888888; 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My love and prayers to her whole family.</span></div></div><div class="echo-item-footer echo-secondaryColor echo-secondaryFont" style="color: #c6c6c6; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 10px;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=1979916837712659176" style="color: #3a6891; text-decoration: initial;"><img class="echo-item-sourceIcon echo-clickable" src="http://cdn.echoenabled.com/images/favicons/comments.png" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 16px; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; width: 16px;" /></a><br /><div class="echo-item-date" style="color: #888888; float: left; padding-top: 2px;"><a href="http://www.mailtribune.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20130214/NEWS04/302149996&amp;cid=sitesearch#comment-1360848814-922-962" style="color: #3a6891; text-decoration: initial;" title="Permanent link to this comment">4 Hours Ago</a></div><div class="echo-item-from" style="float: left;"></div><div class="echo-item-via" style="float: left;"></div><div class="echo-item-controls" style="float: left; 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In fact, I hear the word "delight". It reminds me of a Bible verse: "In you is all my delight".</i><br /><i><br /></i><i>May the God of all comfort, comfort Joyce, your family and you, until you all meet again.</i><br />Linda Warren<br /> Associate Pastor<br /> Westchester Chapel Church of the Nazarene<br /> <a href="http://westchesterchapel.org/">http://WestchesterChapel.org</a></div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/comfort.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-2749470703866715091Wed, 13 Feb 2013 04:09:00 +00002013-02-12T20:09:24.942-08:00Toasting with Grandma<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-noJnOWAl7Pk/URrDdDbIHVI/AAAAAAAAACU/UnPuT8DHnas/s1600/604133_10151458233227279_1927271085_n-767925.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5844198370369346898" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-noJnOWAl7Pk/URrDdDbIHVI/AAAAAAAAACU/UnPuT8DHnas/s320/604133_10151458233227279_1927271085_n-767925.jpeg" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"></span><br /><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Grandma and I celebrated Cinco de Mayo with virgin Margaritas one year.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">When we were kids we'd get off the bus at their house, so we spent a lot of time with them as kids.&nbsp;</span></div><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><br />When Grandpa Swingle was 90 we called to make sure they were trusting in what Christ did for us on the cross. I told them I'd always looked up to them, but I couldn't recall hearing them talk about a relationship with the Lord. Grandma said, "Oh, yes! I have one!" I wasn't a bit surprised. Whenever she wasn't talking to someone she was singing or humming songs, many of which were hymns.<br /><br />Grandpa's response to my questions was, "I guess I do." I asked him if he were to die if he thought he'd go to heaven. He said, "I sure hope so." I asked him if the Lord asked him why He should let him into Heaven what he would say. Grandpa said, "I don't know. What would I say?" I shared Romans 10:9 with him: "If you declare with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. " We led him in a prayer to accept what Christ did on the cross so that he could have assurance of living with Him forever.<br /><br />Just shy of his 96th birthday I had a booking that had been arranged a year before that put me in Oregon the week that he died. Joyce and I were able to pray with him, read scripture and sing hymns that celebrated the decision he'd made to make Jesus Christ his Lord and Savior. There was a moment when several were in the room chatting. I looked over at&nbsp;<a href="http://charlesoswingle.blogspot.com/">Grandpa</a>&nbsp;and he was looking at me with a big grin. I knew he was thanking me for giving him assurance of where he'd spend eternity.<br /><br />Over the last few years I've done my best to call Grandma every week. On our last call she was in particularly good spirits. When I prayed with her, as I always did, I prayed that she'd share the Love of the Lord with those around her, and she said a hearty, "Amen!" If you feel loved by God right now, then that prayer was answered!</span></div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/toasting-with-grandma.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-1858633989803559526Tue, 12 Feb 2013 19:10:00 +00002013-02-12T11:10:27.716-08:00Our last visit with Grandma in January<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD127-BRZZ8/URnMp3EfZ7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/pjYvzsbiMjU/s1600/IMG_7586-786989.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5843927011019417522" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD127-BRZZ8/URnMp3EfZ7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/pjYvzsbiMjU/s320/IMG_7586-786989.jpg" /></a></div><div class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0YycelxDqPU/URnMqrGCUeI/AAAAAAAAACA/cQeLmfkqiHQ/s1600/IMG_7595-790002.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5843927024984543714" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0YycelxDqPU/URnMqrGCUeI/AAAAAAAAACA/cQeLmfkqiHQ/s320/IMG_7595-790002.jpg" /></a></div>We are very grateful that we were able to visit with Grandma just a few <br />weeks ago, when she was bright-eyed and still full of life. Our family <br />took turns with a bad cold over the Holidays, so January was the earliest <br />we were able to make it down. We knew that it was important to visit her, <br />but little did we know it would be the last.<br />--Bob Swingle</div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/our-last-visit-with-grandma-in-january.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-2599083444064593772Mon, 11 Feb 2013 20:03:00 +00002013-02-11T12:03:07.127-08:00Her Last Pumpkin Days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0iGiUMsXwI/URlOEjCVoiI/AAAAAAAAABg/Dpp5x1N-6w4/s1600/281189_10151256583902279_797589084_o-781704.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="115" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5843787831521419810" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0iGiUMsXwI/URlOEjCVoiI/AAAAAAAAABg/Dpp5x1N-6w4/s400/281189_10151256583902279_797589084_o-781704.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="mobile-photo"></div><br />Alice was so excited to attend Pumpkin Days last October. We're planning to have a memorial moment at next year's gathering of family and friends.</div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/her-last-pumpkin-days.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Swingle)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-5310325679545667865Mon, 11 Feb 2013 19:44:00 +00002013-02-11T11:44:04.012-08:00Singing with the Angels<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Just a few months before her 98th birthday, Alice Swingle had a heart attack on February 9. Though she rallied and things looked good later that day, she eventually slipped into a coma, and on February 11 she died peacefully at about 10am.</div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/singing-with-angels.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Swingle)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979916837712659176.post-96589907651678195Mon, 11 Feb 2013 18:57:00 +00002013-02-12T11:23:17.305-08:00Post to this Site<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">We hope you'll contribute to this site by posting greetings and prayers for the family as well as stories and pictures.<br /><br />&nbsp;To post stories, greetings and prayers send an email to <a href="mailto:JoyceSwingle.Alice@blogger.com">JoyceSwingle.Alice@blogger.com</a>. Attach photos to the emails and they'll be posted as well. You can make the subject whatever you want it to be. It will be the subject of the posting. The body of the text will be your story. Let us know as many details as you can about who is in the photo with Alice. Also, please put your name at the bottom of the post so we know who made the contribution.<br /><br />Be patient. It may take some time for it to appear.<br /><br />Thank you so much for sharing!</div>http://aliceswingle.blogspot.com/2013/02/post-to-this-site.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Joyce Swingle)1